Camping With John Waters and His Band of ‘Filthy Freaks’
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Camping With John Waters and His Band of ‘Filthy Freaks’
“It was the first surreal moment in my life,” he said, formative enough that it inspired a sequence in his 1977 film, “Desperate Living.”
There was another special guest on Friday night: Mink Stole, part of Mr. Waters’s ensemble of misfit collaborators from Baltimore known as the Dreamlanders, including Edith Massey, Mary Vivian Pearce
and the drag queen Divine, who famously ate dog feces in the final scene of “Pink Flamingos.”
Ms. Stole led everyone down to the boathouse for karaoke, where a guy stripped naked singing “Mack the Knife.” This was after Mr.
“They don’t even fit in their own minority, like gay people who don’t get along with other gay people, or punks that are too weird for other punks.”
As the sun set over the lake, the campers gathered at the boathouse for a costume contest, judged by Mr.
“That’s when I understood there were other weirdos like me.”
He was wearing cutoff jeans, a leopard-print V-neck and an eye patch (“I have pinkeye”), and had big plans for the Saturday meet-and-greet with Mr.
“I’m going to paint a picture of him with my penis,” he said proudly.
There are plastic pink flamingos outside the cabins,
and the activities, alongside tennis and kayaking, include Scotch & Cigars and a campfire screening of “Female Trouble.”
Before the bus comes to take us home, here’s a recap:
The inaugural Camp John Waters took place at Club Getaway, which lets adults relive their sleep-away camping days.
“It was the first surreal moment in my life,” he said, formative enough that it inspired a sequence in his 1977 film, “Desperate Living.”
There was another special guest on Friday night: Mink Stole, part of Mr. Waters’s ensemble of misfit collaborators from Baltimore known as the Dreamlanders, including Edith Massey, Mary Vivian Pearce
and the drag queen Divine, who famously ate dog feces in the final scene of “Pink Flamingos.”
Ms. Stole led everyone down to the boathouse for karaoke, where a guy stripped naked singing “Mack the Knife.” This was after Mr.
“They don’t even fit in their own minority, like gay people who don’t get along with other gay people, or punks that are too weird for other punks.”
As the sun set over the lake, the campers gathered at the boathouse for a costume contest, judged by Mr.
“That’s when I understood there were other weirdos like me.”
He was wearing cutoff jeans, a leopard-print V-neck and an eye patch (“I have pinkeye”), and had big plans for the Saturday meet-and-greet with Mr.
“I’m going to paint a picture of him with my penis,” he said proudly.
There are plastic pink flamingos outside the cabins,
and the activities, alongside tennis and kayaking, include Scotch & Cigars and a campfire screening of “Female Trouble.”
Before the bus comes to take us home, here’s a recap:
The inaugural Camp John Waters took place at Club Getaway, which lets adults relive their sleep-away camping days.